Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2501: Chapter 2496: Life and Death Mirror

The elements of the horror film are still on the rise.

After scaring people by greeting them from behind, and then claiming to be a dead man while chatting, this scene also came up.

The old man spoke with a very serious demeanor, showing no doubt at all.

Fu Qian’s expression was the same, as if he was confirming whether he believed it or not.

"It’s okay, it’s all the same."

Fortunately, Fu Qian also had some research on this, and he nodded naturally, his face unchanged.

Never expose that you are different; it’s always the first rule of survival in horror films.

"Hmm... so who are you looking for?"

It seemed the movie-watching experience was paying off. After a brief pause, the old man’s gaze finally softened.

"A woman, a very old woman, with red eyes."

And how could Fu Qian be impolite with such an opportunity? He immediately pointed to his eyes, emphasizing Selana’s characteristics.

No matter if it was meant to guide him here, how could he give up such a good clue?

"That’s too vague, anything else?"

The old man seemed to recall seriously, though he eventually shook his head.

"There might be bats accompanying her around."

Fu Qian quickly added again, and Selana’s image grew even less flattering.

"Bats... have you gone inside to take a look?"

And this time, the old man seemed finally moved, turning to point at a certain place, precisely the nearby slaughterhouse.

...

Is this the same destination by different paths?

Among the ordinary buildings, the slaughterhouse indeed had a unique structure.

But thinking something extraordinary must be inside was never the reason Fu Qian rushed here.

This isn’t a game; designers certainly wouldn’t waste models, and doing things with that mindset is too irresponsible for oneself.

Yet after a brief exchange, the route still led that way?

It’s almost as if no matter what you do, you end up at the mall.

The question is, are there any pay-to-unlock features there?

"Not yet."

Gazing at the massive structure in the darkness, Fu Qian shook his head.

"Then you can try your luck."

The old man’s response was also quite déjà vu, to the extent that Fu Qian felt as if he already saw a lottery wheel.

"So did anyone else go to try their luck?"

However, Fu Qian didn’t dwell on this point; he didn’t even question why the old man thought that way, just concerned if anyone else had paid—cough, entered the slaughterhouse.

"Other dead men."

Instead of answering directly, the old man just corrected Fu Qian’s terminology.

"Are you worried about losing the way? I’ll take you there."

...

"Thank you very much."

Even though the storm here was milder than at sea, the environment for asking directions was still worrisome.

His whole body was soaked, but the black top hat still sat firmly on his head. This mysterious old man was practically a model in the field of giving directions, even preparing to lead people directly.

"Why emphasize it so much?"

And how could Fu Qian be impolite? He immediately agreed and added his curiosity.

"One must clearly understand one’s situation to continue existing."

It was reassuring that the old man, while leading the way, actually responded.

"Otherwise? Here being so deserted is because so many people can’t understand their situation?"

Where to find such a good guide? Fu Qian gestured to the surroundings and finally pointed out an unavoidable doubt.

No one.

All along the way until now, approaching the slaughterhouse, the old man was the only living thing Fu Qian had seen.

The sight felt somewhat uncanny.

If, after jumping out of the window, it was like he had entered an ancient projection of Moore’s, having no one around would be understandable.

At this moment, everything around him looked just like Moore he wandered about during the day, even the little shop’s tables and chairs were replicated, the timeline seemed consistent.

The difference was that this place he was in was much more desolate, like the other side of the legendary Wind and Moon Treasure Mirror, where all rouge turned to white bones.

The point is, there weren’t even any bones now.

Moore was replicated into a Dead Realm version, desolate and empty.

And if there were no people, it could still be said that this Wind and Moon Treasure Mirror only reflects inanimate objects.

But since there were people appearing sane and walking around, the reason behind it was inevitably curious.

"How could it be, everyone here is quite aware of their situation, it’s just that the form of death is never as narrow as the living think. Look over there..."

Indeed, if you don’t understand, you must ask. The old man said something surprising in the next moment, even pointing to a certain direction.

...

Night, strong winds, heavy rain, to be honest, the brain of a normal person wouldn’t process it to notice such things.

"Aren’t there many people over there?"

But the old man seemed confident the person asking for directions could see, Fu Qian only had time for a quick glance before he continued asking.

Oh?

Though it turned out not to be wrong, Fu Qian said that through the rain, he could indeed see something not far from there.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t a gathering of many shadows moving back and forth; at a glance, it was just finely shaped rectangles.

Made of stone, various sizes, different heights, and not arranged too orderly either.

But for Fu Qian, it was easy to discern that even if they weren’t coffins, they were clearly the ground parts that matched them.

Asking where the people were, the guide suddenly pointed to a graveyard?

This classic element of horror films felt unstoppable.

"Seems I understand, although they’re unmoving, they’re just like you."

Fortunately, Fu Qian always adapted to local customs; his voice grew deep in an instant, and his lines switched to the same style.

"The form of death is far from narrow." The old man’s meaning was now very clear.

People those unseen along the way were likely existing in this Dead Realm in such form.

If that’s indeed the case, this place’s form of existence could be said to be more wondrous.

Really became the Wind and Moon Treasure Mirror?

"Of course they’re the same, death is far more than the opposite of life, what I am now is just a form too."

Sure enough, the old man confirmed this theory in the next moment.

...

Not bad, returning to collect the harvest was the right choice earlier.

At that moment, Fu Qian felt only gratification in his heart.

Not only for discovering this interesting place but also for having this old man as an enthusiastic guide—

Before leaving, the dean quietly provided two keywords, among which Inverted Lake was hard to say, but the Wise Dead seemed to be found.

As for why that was said?

In a dream, not knowing oneself is a guest; being clearly aware of having died and not counted as wise? That’s truly great wisdom.

Have you not seen how many resentful spirits persist because of an unyielding attachment?

"We’ve arrived."

In the midst of sighs, the leading old man had already stopped in his tracks, indicating they had successfully reached the destination and even made new discoveries.

"Seems someone has already been inside."